Let her go

Two

Two: Cracks

I'm kind of like a mirror, or something like that.

A mirror, yeah.

When you look at me, talk to me, you think you know me, know what's going through my mind.

You don't.

You just see what you want to see, you look at your own little me.

When in fact, the real me hides behind the mirror; in my own, sad world.

And those who you know, really know, those are windows.

You can just see through them, clear.

But I highly doubt there's a single person on this earth being a completely clear, see-through window.

We all have our secrets, right?

And sometimes, just sometimes, you let someone see a glimpse of what's behind your mirror.

In fact, we're all kind-of-mirrors, some just less...mysterious.

That's what they are, mysterious.

Have you ever noticed that you never see yourself?

You only see yourself in a mirror, or on a picture.

Never in your life you'll see the way your eyes light up talking to the one you love; your real and true smile.

Strange, huh?

You'll never know about the real beauty of yourself.

Truth is, mirrors always seem so, neat.

Kind of perfect.

In every detail, wonderful and flawless.

But you should never forget it is only glass you're thinking about.

If you take a closer look at the people around you, if you take your time to get to know them, to get them to trust you, you'll see it.

Cracks.

The perfect glass, cracked, broken.

Destroyed.

Some have more cracks than others.

Every time I got hurt, or left, my surface cracked.

But I'm still here.

Even if something is broken, it can still look normal outside, without falling apart.

I don't want to be a mirror anymore.

I'm sick of it, used to getting cracks, too used.

But it won't be long, and I'll be what I want to be.

I'll be a bird, flying around; a cloud, made of unbreakable material; I'll be a wave in the never ending ocean; the salty air breeze on the beach.

I know, those are just metaphoric symbols, but I think it makes it clear.

I'll be happy and free, not a freaking broken and useless mirror.

There are too many mirrors in this world, anyway, and nobody needs me.

Soon, I'll be leaving.

Just thinking of this, I smile, a real smile for once.

School just ended, and I'm on my way home.

"Jasper!",Neil yells.

"What?",I mumble, still sunk in my thoughts.

"Man, that wasn't cool today."